"Alien?"
In the warm office, Elder Zhou and the others were all laughing happily.
He shook his head. "We've never had contact with aliens."
Thomas pressed on, "If that 'black hole' technology wasn't from aliens, then where did it come from?"
"That kind of space teleportation technology couldn't possibly be a product of Earth!"
Thomas spoke hastily, like a little monkey begging for food from all sides, completely lacking his usual composed demeanor.
"Hehe."
Unperturbed, Elder Zhou held the phone in one hand, poured himself a cup of hot tea with the other, then gently tapped his knee with his hand before continuing:
Do you remember when I told you there was a way for everyone in the world to safely survive the apocalypse?
Thomas remained silent.
After a long pause, he finally spoke:
"Is it related to that kind of space teleportation technology?"
Elder Zhou nodded, and said calmly, in a tone that suggested he was a promising student, "Yes."
He took a sip of tea.
"Now that things have come to this, we can have an open and honest discussion." xS12
"You said," Thomas replied immediately.
"Although we haven't had any contact with aliens, we did encounter some incredible beings a year and a half ago—"
That was an organization we never expected.
As Thomas listened to the simultaneous translation, his breathing became increasingly rapid.
He recalled the unusual behavior of Zhou Jianhai and others over the past year and felt intuitively that he was about to uncover a huge secret.
"Did you know? Parallel universes do exist in this world." Elder Zhou sighed, as if he had returned to the first meeting with Zhang Tianyuan.
"There are many parallel universes in the universe, and each universe develops differently from the others. Some universes will even encounter apocalyptic disasters."
"For example, our timeline will also face an apocalyptic catastrophe in the future. Your Ark Project is actually all that our timeline can do in the face of this doomsday."
"But it's still not enough; this plan can save too few people."
Hearing Elder Zhou's words, Thomas couldn't help but feel dejected.
He also knew that the Ark Project could save only a few people, and only the upper class could be saved; almost no ordinary person could survive.
But he had no other choice.
His rights
The power comes from those in the upper echelons; he may appear glamorous, but he is merely a puppet caught in the crossfire of various factions.
Adrian was tormented by his conscience, and wasn't he as tormented as he was?
It wasn't that he didn't want to save the common people; it was just that he couldn't betray his class.
Otherwise, those giants who control capital could let him have a wild idea tomorrow, and then replace him with someone else to continue pushing forward Ark Project. Nothing would change because of his death.
Therefore, he could only faithfully advance Ark Project, creating a haven for those in the upper class.
This way, at least the spark of human civilization can be preserved.
This was the only thing he could do in the face of the apocalypse.
But now, Elder Zhou's words seemed to have given him a glimmer of new hope. Thomas licked his chapped lips, his voice slightly hoarse:
So what is your plan?
Instead of answering directly, Elder Zhou asked in return, "Do you know what we should do when the power of our timeline is insufficient to cope with the end of the world?"
Thomas hated these kinds of guessing games, but now he had no choice but to guess. "Parallel universes?"
He uttered a single word.
A vague idea began to form in his mind.
Soon, Elder Zhou helped him refine this idea.
"That's right, it's about harnessing the power of parallel universes!" Gu m.
" Parallel Spacetime Mutual Aid Society!"
"No matter how vivid our imaginations were, we never imagined that such an organization could exist in the world."
"This organization can travel between parallel universes, connecting the forces of different universes to help those universes facing calamity."
"And these parallel universes that have received help, after overcoming their calamities, will in turn help the next parallel universe..."
Thomas was breathing rapidly, like a wild beast, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.
Even though the old man Zhou Jianhai said those words to him in person, for a moment he still doubted that it was true.
Until he remembered his embarrassing experience that day.
Thomas's thoughts stalled. He asked, "Those warplanes that blocked us today..."
Elder Zhou sat up straight on the other side, coughed twice with a serious expression, and then said, "Those fighter jets come from a parallel universe, and are now under the leadership of the Mutual Aid Society."
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Neither we nor the Mutual Aid Society have any malicious intent; this is simply a means to ensure smooth communication.
Just as I thought!
Thomas didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.
But overall, he still wanted to laugh.
The alien threat is gone.
The fear of planes bombing the entire country was also gone.
even...
He might no longer have to torment himself with guilt over the apocalypse.
Thomas relaxed completely, leaning back in his office chair. He had never felt this chair so comfortable; it made him feel like he was floating on clouds.
"Please tell me your plans." A smile returned to his weathered face, like a withered tree blossoming again in spring.
"I'd like to know how the Parallel Mutual Aid Association help us."
Elder Zhou could clearly sense Thomas's attitude; he had already placed himself in the right position.
This is all thanks to the massive lockdown we just witnessed.
Otherwise, Thomas would never have been so easy to talk to.
Elder Zhou laughed and said, " The Mutual Aid Society has a Spacetime Tunnel that can take us to other worlds, and they can grant us the right to use the Spacetime Tunnel."
Meanwhile, we have reached an agreement with another dimension, and they will temporarily house us...
Wow!
Upon hearing this, Thomas sat up abruptly, his speed creating a slight gust of wind.
"And the railways you built within your territory!"
Elder Zhou laughed heartily, "That's a necessary facility for relocating our citizens to a parallel universe."
"I see... I see..."
Thomas muttered to himself.
He naturally also noticed the major railway repairs being carried out across the street.
He hadn't taken it seriously before because he thought the railroad wouldn't be of any use in the face of the apocalypse.
But now we have Spacetime Tunnel.
That explains everything.
"Can we also use Spacetime Tunnel?" Thomas asked eagerly.
Elder Zhou readily agreed, "Of course! The Mutual Aid Society's motto is mutual help and solidarity."
However, he then changed the subject:
"But you should know that the Mutual Aid Society is not a charity organization, nor is it a rigid and inflexible organization."
Everyone, including ourselves, who wants to use the Spacetime Tunnel must assume corresponding obligations, pay the corresponding price, and accept the constraints of the rules...